Chapter 18
Thomas looked up. A familiar and startled face was leaning out over the edge of one of the balconies. Even as Thomas wished that his name had not been called across the courtyard, the face and the body it attached to vanished into the building. “He’s back!” Thomas heard faintly. A moment later, the same young man and another rushed onto the balcony. Thomas grinned, waved at them, and led George and Eileen across the courtyard and up the outside stairs of the building.
“What in the name of the High Father are you doing here?” demanded the first of the young men as Thomas reached the balcony. He was a big man, almost as large as George, though somewhat heavier around the middle, with a shock of black hair that looked as if he’d just gotten out of bed. He was in breeches and a wh
